Now they were all gone.
Being buried alive under the weight, my sobs turned to violent wails. The pain seemed never-ending.
“Use me.” Warwick’s deep voice stroked my ear. “Don’t let the darkness take you from me.” He brushed my tangled, wet hair from my face, his mouth grazing my neck as water sprayed down on us. “Use me, Kovacs. Feed off me... take whatever you need to get through this.”
I understood what he was telling me. Giving me permission to latch on to his power, ease my pain, absorb his strength similar to a vampire. Whatever it took for me to breathe. To get through the crushing agony.
A better person might say no. A stronger person would want to do it on their own, but I was neither. I was twisted and fucked up as he said I was. And similar to a junkie being offered a hit, I was too desperate to turn down the notion of feeling numb again, especially when the other option seemed like endless pain, anguish, and darkness.
Going off instinct, I let my soul dive into him. I could feel for a moment he wanted to wall up against the intrusion, but he took a deep breath, allowing me fully in. The intimacy that twisted between us was excruciating discomfort and unbelievable desire. It pulsed every nerve, made both of us groan as another climax built up.
Erotic. Forbidden.
I took. I became gluttonous with need, the lightness of my heart, my soul. Insatiable to the ease of my grief. Voracious in absorbing his strength.
“Brexley, stop.” He growled in my ear, his hands landing on the wall by my head as if he needed a little help to stand.
I couldn’t stop. I was rabid. Insatiable no matter how much I took.
“Enough!” He shoved me back into the wall; my lids burst open. He watched me as the high evened out. I still felt heartache, but it was distant, livable. My physical pain was gone entirely.
I felt no guilt for wanting more.
A smirk hitched the side of his mouth, his legs a little unsteady. “Fuck, princess. You have a ravenous appetite.”
“I do.” I didn’t wait for his response as I dropped to my knees. There was no foreplay. I wrapped my tongue around him, sucking him as far back as I could into my mouth. His size made my eyes sting.
“Fucking hell!” He hissed, one hand staying on the wall, the other threading through my locks, pushing farther down my throat. His erection hardened and grew, choking me.
Wetness dripped from me as his fingers dug into my head, my fingers curling around his ass, pushing in. My shade curled around him, licking down his back, taking his balls into my imaginary mouth.
“Fuck! Fuck!” His eyes rolled back. The total power I wielded over him hardened my nipples, lighting my skin on fire.
He quickly flipped it on me. The feel of his tongue slipped inside my pussy, making me groan loudly around him.
Grabbing my head, he tugged it back, yanking me up to my feet.
“I wasn’t done.” I frowned.
“Neither am I.” He flipped me around, pushing my breasts into the cool tiles as he parted my legs. I was so ready, and he slid inside, his girth hitting every nerve ending, causing me to fist and claw at the tile, my head spinning. “Gods, I missed this. Missed you.” He rumbled in my ear, thrusting in again. “I never want to stop being inside you. Whether with my cock or whatever this connection is between us. Don’t ever cut it off again.” His pace was steady and deep, making sure I felt every inch of him, striking me with electricity with every thrust. “You’re mine, sotet démonom. Forever.”
Every time he called me that, desire sprung on me like a beast.
“And here I thought you didn’t believe in marriage,” I verbally poked.
“I don’t.” He hoarsely grunted in my ear. “Who said anything about marriage? With fae, mates go way deeper.”
“So, you think I’m your mate?” I groaned, our bodies moving together.
He balled up my hair in his fist, pulling it back as he rammed in deeper. Grabbing the soap, he lathered it, rubbing it through my tresses and over my body, cleaning the blood and dirt from me as he steadily fucked the hell out of me. His rough hands slid over my nipples, gliding through my folds.
“Think we go way past mates.” He growled against the back of my neck, going harder. His hands kneaded at my breasts. The feel of his fingers rolled over my clit as a tongue slipped between my ass cheeks.
My voice rose so loud he crushed his mouth to mine to keep my cries muted.
“Harder! Fuck me until I can’t breathe! Until I am nothing but particles.” My shade nipped at his ear, biting down on the curve of his neck.
He pumped into me, pushing my bones against the wall with a bruising force, moving me up and down the wall.
He unleashed. Pounding ruthlessly into me, where I felt nothing but him. Bringing me back to life and destroying me at the same time.
Life and death.
“Warwick!” With a blackout roar, we both came together. His cum filled me so much, it spilled down my leg.
Lights flickered, and I felt the links of our bond cinch into an unbreakable knot, exploding my orgasm through me like fireworks.
Deep inside me, fire and power came roaring to the surface. For a moment, I could see the nectar, glowing steadily, then it suddenly flared with power, singeing the edges of the box it was in as though it felt the energy coming from Warwick and me. Our connection filling it with life.
My senses were flooded with the magic I experienced the night at the castle. I could taste and feel it again. The name I’d heard called to me, but slipped from my conscious, came crawling from the depths.
Warwick fucked me in color, but he just unleashed...
The Grey.
The name hummed in my veins, a power I didn’t even realize yet somewhere inside me, but this place kept it dampened. Quiet.
For now.
The fae formula the human guards were on was able to slip past the spells blocking this prison of fae magic. Warwick and I seemed to be another loophole. From Halálház to Věrhăza, the spells in the prisons couldn’t seem to prevent our connection. Though this time I could feel the wards trying. Killian put thicker enchantments on this place. Like a weighted blanket trying to hinder our mobility, the spells couldn’t entirely eclipse the power between us. I had this rooted feeling nothing could.
Pulling on a fresh uniform left out on the table for me, my limbs quaked severely from the aftershocks of Warwick, of the intense surge of power knotting us together. The peak of my high was starting to slide down the mountain. My grief was distant, though I knew it wouldn’t stay there, the pain slipping steadily toward a tar pit of darkness. For this moment, I was thankful it was dulled down.
Thoughts and ideas rolled around my head, and by Warwick’s silence, I knew the same were going through his. He was guarded, trying to put up a barrier, but I could still feel him, and if I pushed hard enough, I could break in. Like he could do the same to me.
We would have to lay down some rules later, but right now wasn’t the moment. With four guards laying at our feet, one starting to stir, our time was limited.
“It’s back.” I twisted my long, wet hair over my shoulder, squeezing out the water.
Warwick huffed. “No shit, princess.” His voice growled into the back of my neck as he stood in front of me.
I sucked in a breath, my lashes fluttering. How much I had missed that. The intimacy was profoundly sensual and comforting. His shade bumped into the back of me as the real man stepped closer, sandwiching me in between the two.
He was redressed, but my gaze wandered over him, wondering how easily we both could be naked again. My body warmed with the fantasy of both him and his phantom inside me.
Warwick smirked, sensing my thoughts. “Dirty girl.” His spirit nipped at my ear. “You want a threesome, Kovacs? To fuck both of me at once?” The actual man stood over me silently, predatory. We had done glimpses of it, touches, licks, and bites from our shadows at the same time, but never solidly both. And Warwick’s other self was almost as real to me.
A moan from a few feet away broke me out of our haze, where our hunger for the other seemed to take away all rational thought. The guards started waking up. We had nowhere to go or run. It was a matter of minutes before I’d have to face what I did.
“The nectar.” I jumped back on topic, a rush of terror bleeding through the euphoria. “It’s back as well.”
Warwick’s demeanor shifted in an instant, his jaw clenching, head dipping. “I know. I saw it too.”
“If it’s found...” I swallowed. I had no idea where it was, if it had been dumped, picked up by scavengers.
“Istvan can use it,” he muttered.
To be both happy and terrified over our connection returning pitted a war inside me.
“I think it’s been slowly coming back to life since—”